| Well, you could write it in the dirt, girl
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| Write it on a ten pound note
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| Everything that I have learned so far
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| Nothing’s worth knowing till you know your part
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| Times are getting leaner
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| If ever you were on my side
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| Oh how I wish that you were stood here now
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| Leading me to shelter when the night comes down
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| «Baby,» you said, «We're not ever gonna go home»
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| And «Baby, will you run with me wherever I go?»
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| Well it’s the pressure of the years, girl
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| Burning little holes in love
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| Till we make every little thing so hard
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| Nothing comes easy to a cage-like heart
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| Now the light is failing
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| If ever you were at my side
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| Then love, I need you to be stood there now
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| Down to the wire where the bad ones go
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| «Baby,» you said, «We're not ever gonna go home»
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| And «Baby, will you run with me wherever I go?»
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| Well, maybe those words never really mattered at all
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| But lately those words run with me wherever I go
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| «Baby,» you said, «We're not ever gonna go home»
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| And «Baby, will you run with me wherever I go?»
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| «Baby,» you said, «We're not ever gonna go home»
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| And «Baby, will you run with me wherever I go?» |